Darcy Inwood


Rebel Of Society

The midnights calling,
A solemn figure rose above the shadows,
A solitary light in the sea of darkness,
And with a sudden flick of the eyelid,
The figure is gone,
Seen traversing the rooftops,
Of an urban dystopia,
The streets below awash with the light,
A slowly rotating red and blue,

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